After Five Years Of Marriage

Jessica paced about the living room, waiting for her husband, Dylan Robinson, to return home from work. She was a beautiful, chubby, fair-skinned 27-year-old woman, and she had been married to Dylan for five years. She had been submissive and loving, taking care of their home and two kids, yet all of a sudden, Dylan changed. Jessica has a son and a daughter with Dylan. Her first child, Caleb, is a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, is a two-year-old girl; they were fast asleep in their separate bedrooms. For two nights, since Dylan left for work on Monday morning, Jessica hadn't seen her husband return home. She had noticed that his mood had changed before he left the house on Monday morning. Jessica stood in the living room and placed a call to Dylan to find out where he was, but the network provider told her, "Sorry, the mobile number you are trying to call is unavailable at the moment. Please try again later." "Oh! Where could Dylan be?" Jessica cursed, as she had called Dylan's phone line several times and she really needed to see her husband. She had lied to their two kids, telling them their father went to work on Monday morning. Yet, Dylan didn't return home at all, and she couldn't continue to keep up with her lies. Jessica heard the sound of a car drive into their compound and park. She went outside, peeped, and saw that Dylan had returned home. She sighed and went back into the house to wait for Dylan to come inside. Soon, Dylan stepped out of his car and walked into the mansion. He was a 30-year-old black man, and he owned DY Mobile Company. He entered the living room and saw his wife, Jessica Albert, standing there in her long white nightgown. She greeted him, "Welcome home, sweetheart." "Hmm," Dylan frowned. He looked at the divorce papers in his hands that his long-time lover, Rosie Andrew, had given him to serve to Jessica. Dylan walked up to meet Jessica without responding to her greeting. He stopped in front of her, thrust the divorce papers into her hands, and told her, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. You read through these divorce papers and sign them as you pack your things tomorrow and return to your father's house. You can leave with our kids if you want to, or you can leave them behind and go alone, but make sure that you pack your things tomorrow and leave! I will give you some shares of my company revenue and pay you off later, but this marriage is over." "What!" Jessica was taken aback by her husband's statement and looked at the divorce papers in her hands. 'Is this a dream?' Jessica wondered, staring up at Dylan as she saw him walk away toward the living room stairs. Instead of explaining to her where he had been for three days and two nights, he had simply shoved divorce papers into her hands and ordered her to sign them. Jessica snapped out of her trance and quickly called Dylan back. She asked him, "Wait, Dylan, what is the meaning of this? You just got home now, and instead of explaining to me where you went, you are speaking to me about divorce? What has come over you, Dylan? What did I do wrong?" Jessica looked teary, and Dylan paused and turned back to face her. He asked, "Have you taken a good look at yourself lately in the mirror, Jessica?" Jessica was puzzled by her husband's questions and stared at herself from head to toe to understand what he meant. "Are you the same woman that I married five years ago? Take a good look at yourself, Jessica. You have turned fat overnight, and I cannot continue with you anymore! I cannot carry you and make love to you the way I want because you have outgrown me, and that is just the truth! This marriage is not working anymore. So, sign the divorce papers and leave!" Dylan spat in a cold voice and turned to walk away toward the stairs. Jessica replied, "No, Dylan! We cannot divorce. I love you, and I'm already working on myself." Jessica was a banker before she met Dylan, but after giving birth to Nina and starting to add weight at home, Dylan complained that she had turned lazy. He mandated that she quit her job to look after their two kids, stating that she shouldn't leave all the work to the maid alone. Dylan had sent the poor maid away; Jessica had thought the maid did something wrong, but the girl was innocent. Dylan insisted that Jessica must cook his food and spend time with their kids, and Jessica happily did all that if it would make their marriage work and please Dylan. Yet, Dylan was filing for a divorce now. Jessica cried, "No, Dylan! I cannot divorce you. After five years of marriage, no! This cannot be happening to us." Dylan paused and replied, "Just sign the divorce papers and leave, Jessica! I'm not the first man to divorce his wife, and I won't be the last." Jessica tearfully asked, "What did I do wrong to you, Dylan? Why do you want to destroy our marriage?" Dylan turned and responded, "You've turned ugly, Jessica, and you are not the same woman I married before, so leave!" "What!" Jessica was shocked at Dylan's statement and looked at her husband's face in disbelief. He reeked of alcohol, and she could see red lipstick on his lips. Jessica didn't want to believe that Dylan was cheating on her. She asked him, "What did you just say, Dylan? That I'm ugly now? Really?" "Yes, Jessica! Or am I lying to you? Was this how I married you before? Agreed that you're a billionaire's daughter and your father helped me in the past to establish myself, so what? I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore as you have turned fat and are not the kind of wife that I want to have at home again, so leave!" Dylan spat in a cold tone, and Jessica's heart broke into pieces at his final statement. Tears streamed down her eyes and wet the divorce papers in her hands. She sobbed, "No, Dylan... I cannot accept this divorce. I think you're getting it all wrong, as it's not my fault that I'm fat now. Some women usually turn fat after childbirth, and it's not a disease." Dylan climbed the stairs and paused, staring back at Jessica. He saw that she looked innocent in her long white nightgown, and she hadn't been fat when he initially married her. He replied, "I cannot continue to pretend with you anymore, Jessica. Take your time and read through the divorce papers, then sign them. I acknowledge all your efforts in making our marriage work, and all your family's efforts in supporting us in the past and present, but this marriage isn't working anymore. I cannot continue to sleep outside of my matrimonial home or pay for a hotel room when I have a luxurious duplex here. So, sign the divorce papers and leave!" Dylan climbed the stairs and went back to the master bedroom he shared with Jessica, leaving her standing alone in the living room, staring at the papers. Jessica looked at the wall clock and saw that it was after 11:00 PM. Yet, Dylan was just returning home from work, even though she knew his company usually closed at 5:00 PM. Jessica screamed, "No, Dylan!!! This cannot be happening to us. We can never divorce! Never!" Tears rolled down her eyes and heavily wet the divorce papers. She said, "You cannot divorce me now, Dylan! I wasn't like this before, and I cannot turn thin overnight just to please you and fụck you the way you want it." Jessica fell backward onto one of the black couches; there were seven in the living room. She remembered the first day she had met Dylan. Dylan was a handsome black man, very trustworthy, friendly, and the kind of man that every other lady would pray to have. In the initial stages of their relationship, Dylan was sweet and romantic, and he never got tired in bed with her. He made her want him, and she couldn't withstand his sèxual prowess. If anyone had told her then that Dylan would one day break up with her or divorce her, Jessica would have cursed the person as a hater, as she had dated Dylan for two years before they got married. But now, Dylan wanted to divorce her and end their five years of marriage after all she had done for him. Jessica screamed: "No, Dylan! I cannot take this. That means you are already cheating on me out there with someone else. Come back here, Dylan! You need to explain to me what happened to the man I met and married. You cannot divorce me now! No! After five years of marriage. Never! I cannot take this!" "How can you just be returning home tonight, after spending two days outside of our matrimonial home, and tell me that I'm fat and ugly now, and not the type of wife you want? No, Dylan! I cannot accept this divorce!" Jessica stood up from the couch and rushed back upstairs to their bedroom to confront her husband.